This is a song about "Fuck your chicken strips"

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

I'm a son of a gun

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

Closest you'll get is being chicken

And isaiah say one day your time will come

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

When i eat that chicken,

I am not the only one

Just to fuck with your brains

Like b.o.b., got airplanes