This is a song about "Chicken wings"

When i eat that chicken,

And it weighs a ton

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Tethered strings are severed quick that've held all my feather wings

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

He wishes he had a pair of wings

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Fuck it, i'm done