This is a song about "Stealing the chicken"

People stealing, they gonna pay,

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

I'm stealing shit cause its fun, i stole the game

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Work straight out the kitchen

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Stealing magazine's & chip's

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

For those whey no fit dey fix son

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I thought of bill clinton

I eat these skaters like chicken

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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