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

The numbness of reality like an orange

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Hopin' that my niggas see

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Shout out chicken getting chicken

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

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Ironically it subs like a hero

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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

So keep fronting till my peeps come

I bet you try and lose round one just to go home to eat a cinnabon

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born