This is a song about "Chicken"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Can’t you see just how long my run

When i eat that chicken,

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Cold world no blanket son