This is a song about "Shitty chicken"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Winner winner chicken dinner

Contagious like chicken pox

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I want to fight the music on this one

Something wicked this way come

When i eat that chicken,

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.