This is a song about "Stealing the chicken"

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

Im removing the rules and stealing your face

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Foes has got to realize, the mob on a killin, robbers gott a stealing,

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Young bully, the black hoodie, stealing your meal

I don't know, obviously i disappear