This is a song about "Niggers with no chicken"

And when it's said and done

I eat these skaters like chicken

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

No thoughts of consequences with no concsience he

It's plain to see you've got no skills you's a chicken with whack bars so its a hen i see.

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

They'll have to rename this one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I pop one, you pop one

Shout out chicken getting chicken