This is a song about "Getting food poisoning from a bad chicken shop"

This is the part where we run hip hop

Faded like a barber shop

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Bad bitch, far from a slut

Without your love it's cold as fuck

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

There will never be a day where i'm vacant and ill never be placed in a shop!

You can save a man from getting two bullets in the brain

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane