This is a song about "Chicken juice"

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

Zero options to choose

And maybe get you a juice

Of the confidence juice

With women with issues

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Contagious like chicken pox

Yeah bitch this date's done

When i eat that chicken,