This is a song about "Chicken so good"

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

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Treated you so good but now imma jew

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

I be giving work to the kids

Flow so good, fuck them critics

Now im so good that you might obey.

I want to feel her in every way

And i like my marijuana bright

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

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

I eat these skaters like chicken

Okay so im tired of these niggas who they are good

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would