This is a song about "Chicken tikka"

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

So now she picks up the gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

We need some chicken up in up in here

See with a district columbia vision

I eat these skaters like chicken

They say that karats help your vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,