This is a song about "Chicken noodle butthole"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Winner winner chicken dinner

I ain't did shit officer

I eat these skaters like chicken

Cold, my style making my nose run

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

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

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

We need some chicken up in up in here

I figured out that it don't matter for real