This is a song about "Chicken for breakfast"

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

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

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Contagious like chicken pox

They say that karats help your vision

I eat these skaters like chicken

When i eat that chicken,

I'm a son of a gun

Closest you'll get is being chicken

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Top of the food chain, devouring mc's for breakfast

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Not pieces which you had for breakfast

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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