This is a song about "Chicken feet"

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Nightmare on any street

Head to toe, face and feet,

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Ross and folarin, couple women

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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

Leopard kicks on my feet

I don't know defeat

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Traded living 20 feet from the bodega 'n' chicken shack for aluminum siding