This is a song about "Chicken for breakfast"

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

He's a skinned chicken full of lies prepped for sacrifice

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

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

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

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Cold world no blanket son

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Traded living 20 feet from the bodega 'n' chicken shack for aluminum siding

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

I eat these skaters like chicken