This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Make them more insecure when they caught one

When i eat that chicken,

Tryna find the one

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

She watchin' that oxygen

Crispy, crispy chicken.