This is a song about "Soup chicken"

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I work hard for everything i get

Catch you up on places i've been

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Go to a soup kitchen

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

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

Drowning in the political soup

So before i go, you should harvest food

I thought of bill clinton

I eat these skaters like chicken