This is a song about "Weiner schnitzel"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Difference between that and self promotion is a thin line

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

I promise you pain, i will chop your body in threes

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Chop you up in the basement like my name was patrick bateman

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

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Of people who will chop me up like slaughterhouses

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

See i'm breathing for a purpose

With choppas they chop us try to stop us