This is a song about "Kung pao chicken"

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Its like i'm speaking urdu doing kung-fu while im shampooin my world-view

I told him get his 9 and run

Shout out chicken getting chicken

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

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Riding around without a fuck given

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

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I eat these skaters like chicken

Just to match the grind with precision

And word i blew off herb i grew

Combat kung fu, with that jujitsu

Didn't wanna die kung fu style

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile