This is a song about "Chicken so good"

Im so good i need no tag team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Work straight out the kitchen

When i eat that chicken,

It's so good it dosen't even seem right

Always strap so i was alright

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

This girl has got feeling so good damn

Call me a product of my own damn hood

So i made him disappear for good

We’ve never had it so good, uh huh

Is written in our souls, africa

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Now im so good that you might obey.

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say