This is a song about "Chicken winfs"

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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