This is a song about "Chicken song"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Top ranked, number one my son

You're listening to this song

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

We at the top where we belong

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one