This is a song about "Fired chicken"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Crispy, crispy chicken.

My drive is like no one

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Riding around without a fuck given

Cause everytime yall come around

Shots fired, get your head down

Ever since i got fired from kmart!

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Shot fired from the shot tower/

Said when i do dirt wit her