This is a song about "Your lyrics are horrible if you are a real person making this include the word chicken in your song"

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Your raps are good, this isn't a complaint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

Man your lyrics are so stale, your delivery is frail,

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

Your the best person i've ever met in this world

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Your raps are horrible take a fucking rake

Because my lyrics are draggin' your lyrical corpse across the place

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways