This is a song about "Chicken farts"

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

When i eat that chicken,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I eat these skaters like chicken

On the bible you can run

And i am one of one

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised