This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Catch you up on places i've been

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

I'm a son of a gun

Shout out chicken getting chicken