This is a song about "Chicken strips"

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Destined to win, get respect where i live