This is a song about "Grilled chicken"

Top ranked, number one my son

Shout out chicken getting chicken

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

We need some chicken up in up in here

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Closest you'll get is being chicken

He been waiting for his connection to come