This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

What up girl, tell me how you been

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken