This is a song about "Chicken thigh"

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

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

Makin yo bitch get on her knees in some thigh highs/

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Just to match the grind with precision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Say hi , but don't forget i also said bye god damn your thigh my tounge is

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Crispy, crispy chicken.

When it's all said and done