This is a song about "Chicken wraps"

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Catch you up on places i've been

Wrapped in plastic wraps, bleaches stacked, tools used to extract,

But still i'm having memories of high speed when the cops crashed

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Miami nights, ain't another one

So let me tell you about this guy

Wraps it around his neck, and says goodbye

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Winner winner chicken dinner