This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

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

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

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

And it weighs a ton

Crispy, crispy chicken.

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried 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

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Closest you'll get is being chicken