This is a song about "Chicken llama"

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I don't trust no one

When i eat that chicken,

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

These hoes is wicked a female chicken