This is a song about "Niggers eating chicken"

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

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

I eat these skaters like chicken

I wonder why we take from our women

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

When i eat that chicken,

Just a place that they can come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Closest you'll get is being chicken