This is a song about "Chicken wraps"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Yeah bitch this date's done

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Just to match the grind with precision

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Wraps it around his neck, and says goodbye

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

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

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Catch you up on places i've been

Closest you'll get is being chicken