This is a song about "Chicken nuggets"

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Closest you'll get is being chicken

She watchin' that oxygen

I eat these skaters like chicken

Ross and folarin, couple women

She told me erything is real

We need some chicken up in up in here

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Just to match the grind with precision

Fuck it, i'm done

Crispy, crispy chicken.