This is a song about "Weiner schnitzel"

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Leave queers in tears, fear this thin bombardier

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

Know you want me to fall

You don;t thin anymore

To big to thin we crack under the pressure

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million