This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

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

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

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice