This is a song about "I love my chicken"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

I hate my design but roll with the love

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I will always love you my friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

My baby and my closest friend, i love you baby girl.

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

J's on my feet, yeah i love designers,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem