This is a song about "Niggas and chicken"

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

She so sweet, shortie feed my ego

And yall niggas right the flow

If you wanted a date, don't come

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Closest you'll get is being chicken

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son