This is a song about "Chicken in the morining"

Rock supporter, got his cocks in order, they too chicken to talk

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear

We need some chicken up in up in here

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

When i eat that chicken,

Top ranked, number one my son

Chicken clown emcees,what the fuck ya braggin about

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

Cold, my style making my nose run

Shout out chicken getting chicken