This is a song about "Chicken fight"

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

See with a district columbia vision

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

I plead with em, the system ain't right

So i begin to fight and fight

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive