This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

I don't trust no one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Where every recipient, property of the state

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will