This is a song about "Chicken wings"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Bitch, am like a maxipad, cuz i got wings,

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Work straight out the kitchen

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Contagious like chicken pox

You pull up in parking lots

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

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference