This is a song about "Chicken and fries"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol