This is a song about "Chicken blood"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

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

Fuck it, i'm done

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

I don’t care where ya are

Winner winner chicken dinner