This is a song about "Chicken and wagf"

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss