This is a song about "Chicken masala"

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I thought i recognized her

Winner winner chicken dinner

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

We need some chicken up in up in here

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I beach chair, with my malibu vision