This is a song about "Chicken head"

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Catch you up on places i've been

When i eat that chicken,