This is a song about "Kentucky fried chicken"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I eat these skaters like chicken

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

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

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Winner winner chicken dinner

And that i spent the night with her

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Now move back over here to the right

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.