This is a song about "Chicken poo"

Because he made his decision

Crispy, crispy chicken.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

But i think they stink like poo

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

I don't wanna damage you

Heard you use to his house just to poo

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

I'm the shit like i slithered in poo

Cold world no blanket son

When i eat that chicken,