This is a song about "Chicken noodles"

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

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

All the girls really want is fun

Closest you'll get is being chicken

If you wanted a date, don't come

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Cold, my style making my nose run

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Your medulla pull the trigger turn your brain into some noodles

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

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million