This is a song about "I m in the kitchen and whippin seasoning that chicken finger licken"

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

See, i'm second to no one

Standing in the kitchen

So i raising the middle finger

Good love then i can do that for her

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

And the kitchen table is were i find my pills

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

And modify your opinion

When i eat that chicken,

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen