This is a song about "Xiomarafried chicken"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Got hu women frostburg women

Crispy, crispy chicken.

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

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home