This is a song about "Chicken fight"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Closest you'll get is being chicken

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

You just working with the scraps you was given

It ain't where i been

When i eat that chicken,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice