This is a song about "Chicken tacos"

So keep fronting till my peeps come

When i eat that chicken,

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Can’t you see just how long my run

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

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