This is a song about "Frosty chicken"

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Never miss these things, see my game precise

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

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

They say that karats help your vision

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

When i eat that chicken,

Baby you're the one

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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