This is a song about "Popeye s chicken"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I eat these skaters like chicken

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I want to fight the music on this one

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

When i eat that chicken,

Something wicked this way come

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch