This is a song about "Spicy chicken"

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

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

But somehow it made them listen

I eat these skaters like chicken

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Scissor hands slice it up like spicy subway sandwiches.

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

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

We need some chicken up in up in here