This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

I wonder why we take from our women

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

When i eat that chicken,

Just a place that they can come

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children