This is a song about "Chicken nuggets at palms i need a cousin for my ass"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

For the outlawz, here we come

He tried to kill my cousin

He was my cousin and he was there for me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

No need for a punk ass nobody music engineers

When i eat that chicken,

Now look: the change has come