This is a song about "Safe home eat chicken orange thug"

When i eat that chicken,

Tryna find the one

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

The streetz is aint the safe

Baby, you got that super bass

But she took it in his place

I work.. and the weapon is off safe

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

So i'ma take the safe road home n drive slow,

That shit was wack as fuck

Heard you gotta be a thug

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

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

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