This is a song about "Love chicken"

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Slap your ass with a chicken leg cut you like a saw

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

I eat these skaters like chicken

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

When i eat that chicken,

Now look: the change has come

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,