This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight