This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

He been waiting for his connection to come

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

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

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

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women