This is a song about "Chicken crispy"

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Cold world no blanket son

When i eat that chicken,

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Contagious like chicken pox

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Ross and folarin, couple women