This is a song about "Stealing the chicken"

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Confessing my stealing convenience

Penncounting pennys over tha years

I'm a son of a gun

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Top ranked, number one my son

I eat these skaters like chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

All green nigga pick six

Stealing magazine's & chip's