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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Cause if your threats are anything to go by ad say you were a bitch

Bring the remainin' red and white pieces to the fort

Cause your lyrics are as strong as a tape measure sword/

I dont know why you try, your lyrics are a waste

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

If you want beef let your lyrics be the talker

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Those are your wounds this is the salt

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Your legacy remains in the song, remember this

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

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

My lyrics are strong as a queen, your lyrics are strong as a pawn