This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I eat these skaters like chicken

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

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written