This is a song about "Chicken fight"

I am not the only one

When i eat that chicken,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Over me the same peeps that have died

So i begin to fight and fight

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice