This is a song about "Eating chicken and watermelon"

Rest in pieces chief keef, eating beef and jerky,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Not only eating but i'm living good like kings and queens is

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Endlessly eating and feeding and beating your meat with mesquite seasoning

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing