This is a song about "Nigger cash rights chicken watermellon koolaid white girls chains"

Blow trees like a hurricane

Or talking ’bout my chains

Top ranked, number one my son

Closest you'll get is being chicken

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

It’s something that’s in your veins

I’d be buying her chains

Riding around without a fuck given

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Consolidation of rights leads to fabrication

Remember stand up for ur rights

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone