This is a song about "Niggas and chicken"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision