This is a song about "Chicken soup"

I eat these skaters like chicken

But somehow it made them listen

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Drowning in the political soup

So keep fronting till my peeps come

When i eat that chicken,

Pockets probably like fried food

Slurp you up like wonton soup

Go to a soup kitchen

It ain't where i been

Winner winner chicken dinner

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Eat her pussy out like its veggie soup/

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop