This is a song about "Chicken dinner"

Of impactful things one can ask for

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

I wonder, if there is any dinner

And there's little to be glad for

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Cold, my style making my nose run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Baby you're the one

Trynna scavenge on the streets for some trashy dinner

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I eat these skaters like chicken

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,