This is a song about "Plastic chicken"

Bombastic, snap back like elastic, you're too plastic,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

Still listen to big

Wrap you in saran plastic,

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Cause nevertheless i'm the best you check ya mesh i'm plastic

When i eat that chicken,

If you wanted a date, don't come

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

She watchin' that oxygen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.