This is a song about "Chicken with a jetpack"

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Chicken bone, not a phone, is anybody out there?!

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

He's a skinned chicken full of lies prepped for sacrifice

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

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Top ranked, number one my son