This is a song about "Chicken caesar wrap"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Caesar couldn't even seize me without, bleeding and freezing me,

I regret some shit i did

Wrap you in saran plastic,

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Winner winner chicken dinner

And you know i paint that picture

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I pop one, you pop one

My talent should take me places i've never been

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Wrap your words in beautiful manner

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for