This is a song about "Phillip s chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I told him get his 9 and run

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Contagious like chicken pox

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

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

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Something wicked this way come

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord