This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

Closest you'll get is being chicken

So now she picks up the gun

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

I eat these skaters like chicken

See with a district columbia vision

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen