This is a song about "Chicken strips"

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

When i eat that chicken,

When it's all said and done

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Contagious like chicken pox

You pull up in parking lots

On re up, need strips in cases

See boy she been in love

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.