This is a song about "Chicken nugg"

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

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

Contagious like chicken pox

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Got hu women frostburg women

Crispy, crispy chicken.

And there's little to be glad for

Winner winner chicken dinner

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,