This is a song about "Grilled chicken"

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

So now she picks up the gun

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

We need some chicken up in up in here

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.