This is a song about "Chicken breasts balls pick clit"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Place your fucking bets before i slice her fucking breasts

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Hold on you can see my vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Categorize as clit venom;

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Closest you'll get is being chicken

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Will get him exposed off the top... call him mardi.. gras and breasts!

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends