This is a song about "Chicken wings"

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

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

It fluttered multicolored wings that suffered

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Me and my microphone could be one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I am not the only one

Same shit you said yesterday

I got my wings in a flurry

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Baby you're the one

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,