This is a song about "Chicken part 2"

They don't hear my bark

I'd rather act the part

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

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

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

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

For those whey no fit dey fix son

When i eat that chicken,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Closest you'll get is being chicken

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol