This is a song about "Fuck your chicken strips"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

I used to have a nine to five

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Yeah i ain't done

Crispy, crispy chicken.

See with a district columbia vision

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

If u dont like chicken, you don't know what your missing

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done