This is a song about "Chicken curry"

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Had too much curry but got lucky, i sullied the sponge equipped

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Contagious like chicken pox

Sb nike's, with the grey box