This is a song about "Fried chicken dont like"

For the outlawz, here we come

When i eat that chicken,

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

What up girl, tell me how you been

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

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

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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