This is a song about "Spicy chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

She watchin' that oxygen

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

I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous, ike turner

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

My talent should take me places i've never been

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Closest you'll get is being chicken

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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