This is a song about "Roasted chicken"

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

I'm a poet, a genius with words, prepare to get roasted/

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

Your credibility's been roasted

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Work straight out the kitchen

When i eat that chicken,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

See with a district columbia vision

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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