This is a song about "Chicken with a jetpack"

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

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I told him get his 9 and run

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Like ellen degeneres clitoris is playing with dick

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run