This is a song about "Midget chicken"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

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

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

I pop one, you pop one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I eat these skaters like chicken

They say that karats help your vision