This is a song about "Frried chicken clean verse"

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

And i put you on the team

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

When i eat that chicken,

Something wicked this way come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Bored of the shooters

To the back of this verse,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice