This is a song about "Chicken w"

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Something wicked this way come

I eat these skaters like chicken

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

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

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Winner winner chicken dinner

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Contagious like chicken pox

Sb nike's, with the grey box

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice