This is a song about "Chicken wing"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Cold, my style making my nose run

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

I drink a red bull to get a red wing, flow tight make the dead sing

Tryna find the one

Crispy, crispy chicken.