This is a song about "Churches chicken"

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

Churches searching for the pockets of the poor

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

He thought his problem would be solved by visiting churches,

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse