This is a song about "Ginger chicken"

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

We need some chicken up in up in here

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Closest you'll get is being chicken

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision