This is a song about "Chicken fried rice"

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Cause another innocent died

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I pop one, you pop one

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Closest you'll get is being chicken