This is a song about "Chicken flaoured icecream"

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

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

We need some chicken up in up in here

She told me erything is real

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Two reflections into one

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive