This is a song about "My famous chicken noodle soup"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

On the bible you can run

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

I'm out my ramen noodle, we have nothing in common, poodle

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I eat these skaters like chicken

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Hitting lines as i hit the beam, to be a famous artist was my dream,

Everybody acting like they're famous

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Banging out niggas with attitude

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

When i eat that chicken,

And modify your opinion

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Slurp you up like wonton soup