This is a song about "Chicken nuggets and apples"

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Closest you'll get is being chicken

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Winner winner chicken dinner

Myself as a prominent figure

Apples, been dapper, burning double end candles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

So now she picks up the gun

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market