This is a song about "Savage chicken"

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Sleep with dragons, release the kracken, cross breed a savage//

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

These lines are inscripted the picture image of me is pure savage

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

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

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I want to fight the music on this one

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

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

If you keep telling the cops that i'm savage