This is a song about "Chicken wings pork fried rice"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

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

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I was born to do the damn thing

Flying around, wings flapping/

And that's why i won't trip, 'cause i'm relying on my wings

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,