This is a song about "Chicken and watermelon"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

I'm caged up in state prison

Crispy, crispy chicken.

My favorite color is watermelon, if you know what i mean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

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

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

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence