This is a song about "Chicken nuggets and apples"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

They'll have to rename this one

I eat these skaters like chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

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

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one