This is a song about "Chicken kebabs"

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

If you wanted a date, don't come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

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

He steals kebabs from the shops, because he's so broke,

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Living underground like a godfather buried alive