This is a song about "Grilled chicken"

I eat these skaters like chicken

Cold, my style making my nose run

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

See with a district columbia vision

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Praise god, it’s hard to stay spiritual

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

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