This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

Winner winner chicken dinner

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

On the bible you can run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle