This is a song about "Wet pussy chicken rice"

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

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Cold, my style making my nose run

Her pussy so wet my snake almost drowned in it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Crispy, crispy chicken.

See, i'm second to no one

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Two reflections into one

When i eat that chicken,