This is a song about "Chicken soup"

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Slurp you up like wonton soup

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Ross and folarin, couple women

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Banging out niggas with attitude

Drowning in the political soup

Closest you'll get is being chicken

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

We will never die, we are forever alive

Contagious like chicken pox

Fuckin' up my gold pots