This is a song about "Chicken bucket"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Shout out chicken getting chicken

So now she picks up the gun

And then along came the wrong man for her

Winner winner chicken dinner

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

I say fuck it before we kick the bucket

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive