This is a song about "Chicken fried steak"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

You want this beef? im makin a steak

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Stuff all the steak on my dinner plate

Our vision never changed, we self made

She watchin' that oxygen

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Crispy, crispy chicken.

They had a hell of a run

In a collision, i see their ambition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Two reflections into one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

And if i want to go outside

To run and hide, now your pussies fried