This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Miami nights, ain't another one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will