This is a song about "Chicken and rtanch"

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Closest you'll get is being chicken

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Contagious like chicken pox

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

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone