This is a song about "Chicken part 2"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

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

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

East shore part emcee part sword

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion