This is a song about "Mac chicken"

Winner winner chicken dinner

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Me and my microphone could be one

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I'm a-mac... "hey 'mac you're so utterly whack!"

Two reflections into one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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