This is a song about "Chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I'm caged up in state prison

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Who know this be the life that i really live

We need some chicken up in up in here

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

I eat these skaters like chicken

So now she picks up the gun

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Ass cap, put em in the river

Winner winner chicken dinner