This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

They'll have to rename this one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

Cold, my style making my nose run

Closest you'll get is being chicken