This is a song about "Kentucky fried chicken"

I eat these skaters like chicken

See with a district columbia vision

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I don't wanna be fried or baked

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

And i am one of one

When i eat that chicken,

Better than college, after that, students home

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live