This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Just a place that they can come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

Shout out chicken getting chicken

On the bible you can run

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Winner winner chicken dinner