This is a song about "Chicken in the morining"

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real

We need some chicken up in up in here

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

When i eat that chicken,

Fuck it, i'm done

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

These hoes is wicked a female chicken