This is a song about "Chicken palm"

I eat these skaters like chicken

I'm a son of a gun

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

To make karma come faster than she normally will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

When it is in my palm its fine

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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