This is a song about "Chicken shit on my trucky"

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

On another level shit, elevator to my mind

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

So, just tell me something about yourself

Put that shit back on my shelf, started up dumb it down,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

I can't write when there's shit on my desk

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I am not the only one