This is a song about "Chicken tendies"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I told him get his 9 and run

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

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

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

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