This is a song about "Frie chicken"

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Ross and folarin, couple women

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Something wicked this way come

Shout out chicken getting chicken

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Contagious like chicken pox

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford