This is a song about "Frosty chicken"

That's why all these bitches frosty.

On they twitter writing novels, see

Cold, my style making my nose run

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Winner winner chicken dinner

I made a promise to the mirror

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

I stuck my keys in the frosty ignition

Something wicked this way come

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,