This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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