This is a song about "Niggers with no chicken"

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I'm caged up in state prison

Crispy, crispy chicken.

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I want to fight the music on this one

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Though i end up like a chicken with his head decapitated

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

With no guns and no shields