This is a song about "Chicken butt"

And mine somewhere bout mars

In your butt it slips 'n' pops.

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Hold on you can see my vision

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

I like to poop out of my butt,

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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