This is a song about "Shitty chicken"

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Bitches check on my stats, women get too attached

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

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Fuck it, i'm done

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

I hit your block and we can box for fun

I eat these skaters like chicken

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance