This is a song about "Popeye s chicken"

Contagious like chicken pox

Heard the sound of several gun shots

My fitness is popeye ripping up a can of spinach

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Attention is a must

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

So now she picks up the gun

I eat these skaters like chicken

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss