This is a song about "Eat chicken"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Contagious like chicken pox

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Eat you like i eat millions of civilians,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Closest you'll get is being chicken

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

They say the money talks and bullshit walks