This is a song about "Chicken so good"

Top ranked, number one my son

When i eat that chicken,

Her mother on the other hand wasn't so good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

So i made him disappear for good

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

So quit talk about how good you are

I guzzle up at the bar

Here's my account, son, of why i rap so good,

We was loonie i suppose, you could

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Are so good while yours are mold

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

So we can make good choices

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good