This is a song about "Eating chicken and watermelon"

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

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

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

If you wanted a date, don't come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Catch you up on places i've been

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.