This is a song about "Niggas and chicken"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Block niggas subtract figures and,

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

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets