This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

I pop one, you pop one

I eat these skaters like chicken

They calling me often to offer me walls

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid