This is a song about "Chicken won ton"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

You can't say that you won

I'm a son of gun

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Winner winner chicken dinner

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Sorry battle gone carl won.

But somehow it made them listen

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Shout out chicken getting chicken