This is a song about "Fuck a chicken"

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out

Chicken clown emcees,what the fuck ya braggin about

Remember last september when you last surrendered to a chicken piece?

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,