This is a song about "Chicken pot pie"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Go where you ain't been

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

You just working with the scraps you was given

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

All i wanna do is have sex and eat pie

And actin like a sweety pie

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Highest form of affection, physical connection

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

You really hated it when i smoked pot

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Get it hot in the pot

I fucking hate this job

Spitting randomly high on pot

Believe me i'mma be your god