This is a song about "Chicken caesar wrap"

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

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

Contagious like chicken pox

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Crispy, crispy chicken.

All the girls really want is fun

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

And this is how i'll "wrap it"

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Wrap that blunt under after

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that