This is a song about "Popeye s chicken"

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

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

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

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

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

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

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone