This is a song about "Chicken nuggets and apples"

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

I eat these skaters like chicken

For the outlawz, here we come

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Something wicked this way come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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