This is a song about "Chicken wings and cheetos"

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Shout out chicken getting chicken

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

And when i die, i won’t forget i had my wings

Hating my macking, they asking

Flying around, wings flapping/

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle

Die wings in hallways and other words into the bible

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Just to match the grind with precision