This is a song about "Chicken wraps"

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

On the bible you can run

I eat these skaters like chicken

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce