This is a song about "Chicken niggets"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

Straight up fuck all y’all nigga's talking about that nigga changed shit

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Winner winner chicken dinner

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Crispy, crispy chicken.

So now she picks up the gun

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone