This is a song about "Chicken for breakfast"

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

The baddest of the bunch i'm eating rappers up for breakfast

And tell her to make me breakfast

She leave her hair in the sink

What up girl, tell me how you been

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.