This is a song about "Chicken and watermelon"

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

See with a district columbia vision

Ate a watermelon seed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

To make karma come faster than she normally will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

My favorite color is watermelon, if you know what i mean

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Closest you'll get is being chicken