This is a song about "Stealing the chicken"

Confessing my stealing convenience

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Ross and folarin, couple women

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Crispy, crispy chicken.

And when it's said and done

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm fucking stealing the game takin the fame i'm a criminal,

I eat these skaters like chicken

Because he made his decision