This is a song about "Eat chicken"

I don't trust no one

When i eat that chicken,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Closest you'll get is being chicken

They say that karats help your vision

Contagious like chicken pox

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken