This is a song about "Chicken winfs"

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

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

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

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

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

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