This is a song about "Chicken and shit"

Winner winner chicken dinner

Poke out from behind her

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

When i eat that chicken,

So keep fronting till my peeps come

To make karma come faster than she normally will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun