This is a song about "Fat chicken"

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

Big and fat, as my big fat oak

I put it down your throat

They'll have to rename this one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

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

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

I'm a son of gun

When i eat that chicken,

That!but i am ugly and fat,

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Two reflections into one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol