This is a song about "I want my chicken"

I want in my life i can't run

White with a badge or anyone

I could've sworn he didn't want to see my face, but

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

My legs shake i want to vomit as i wait for you

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Started talking tough fuck i want my money damn i want it caching

I used to be the most humble until

I just want a platform for my guts so i spill

I never wish death, but i want my doubters to die slow

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,