This is a song about "Spicy chicken"

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

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

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And cook her so you can serve her in a special spicy burger

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I wonder why we take from our women

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one