This is a song about "Savage chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Tryna find the one

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

You fuck around wit a real savage

Contagious like chicken pox

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Desperate for a check with a sum, depressed and act savage

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

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

When i eat that chicken,

I'm a son of a gun

Too savage, i gurgle acid

But i'm leaving town in a little bit