This is a song about "Chicken"

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

We need some chicken up in up in here

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

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

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw