This is a song about "Chicken fried"

Winner winner chicken dinner

She say i make her shiver

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

In a collision, i see their ambition

When i eat that chicken,

I told him get his 9 and run

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Cause i got the burner in the hand

You fried under that heated lamp,