This is a song about "Chicken kiev"

She told me erything is real

We need some chicken up in up in here

When i eat that chicken,

Work straight out the kitchen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Winner winner chicken dinner

Hey, the mind state of a winner

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox