This is a song about "Chicken salad"

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Winner winner chicken dinner

And then along came the wrong man for her

Hard to move on when you always regret one

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual