This is a song about "Chicken chicken"

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

We need some chicken up in up in here

I am not the only one

When i eat that chicken,

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

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Cold world no blanket son

Contagious like chicken pox

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Because he made his decision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.