This is a song about "Chicken caesar wrap"

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

How the fuck a deal matter

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I pop one, you pop one

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

They was on that mase shit

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

I used a people magazine as a blunt wrap,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

They had a hell of a run