This is a song about "Chicken childhood"

Ross and folarin, couple women

I eat these skaters like chicken

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

My nigga, no hook

That end of my childhood

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I hit your block and we can box for fun

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Taking it back to to the same street from my childhood

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken