This is a song about "Chicken whales"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

You fuckers hella fat, like whales imma bout to beach you

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

For the outlawz, here we come

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Contagious like chicken pox

And when this beat drops, your heart stops