This is a song about "Chicken faghitas"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

Ross and folarin, couple women

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Winner winner chicken dinner

And there's little to be glad for

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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