This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Cold, my style making my nose run

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I'm caged up in state prison

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Top ranked, number one my son

Crispy, crispy chicken.