This is a song about "Chicken tenders"

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

So keep fronting till my peeps come

When i eat that chicken,

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,