This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,