This is a song about "Chicken salad"

And the last one, he's in the mirror

Winner winner chicken dinner

Me and my microphone could be one

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Hold on you can see my vision

Money ain't a thing

Like a salad no dressing

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

She uses my nut like salad dressing