This is a song about "Chicken childhood"

My nigga, no hook

That end of my childhood

When i eat that chicken,

They had a hell of a run

I eat these skaters like chicken

Ross and folarin, couple women

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Towards my young childhood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Only way that i know how to escape from this childhood

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And not deprive me of my childhood,

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took