This is a song about "Girls chicken and chocolate cake"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Powerpuff girls and invader zim

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Can’t you see just how long my run

Shout out chicken getting chicken

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd