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

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

So i raising the middle finger

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

But it was a miracle, i ran for miles and met my crew in the kitchen

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

I'm a son of a gun

When i eat that chicken,