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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I don't trust no one

When i eat that chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

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

Biggie smalls hungry for enchiladas and pork!