This is a song about "Chicken cabab"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Because he made his decision

Crispy, crispy chicken.

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

When i eat that chicken,

Something wicked this way come