This is a song about "Chicken tikka"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Something wicked this way come

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

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

I'm caged up in state prison

I eat these skaters like chicken

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

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

Contagious like chicken pox

Fuckin' up my gold pots