This is a song about "Chicken juice"

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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Its cold as shit in this booth

Of the confidence juice

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

When they hear me rocking the groove

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

So now she picks up the gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

I eat these skaters like chicken