This is a song about "Chicken tenders"

See with a district columbia vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

We need some chicken up in up in here

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

They say that karats help your vision

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

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

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken