This is a song about "Chicken won ton"

You just working with the scraps you was given

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I'm caged up in state prison

Shout out chicken getting chicken

So now she picks up the gun

Give me the weed smoke a ton

On the bible you can run

No need to fight, i've already won

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

My drive is like no one

I've already won

Top ranked, number one my son

You can't say that you won

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

Your mama's so fat that she weighs a ton!/