This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Hold on you can see my vision

It ain't where i been

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

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

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

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion