This is a song about "Chicken tikka"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

We need some chicken up in up in here

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Something wicked this way come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Just to match the grind with precision

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken