This is a song about "Chicken fried steak"

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

I don't wanna be fried or baked

You already are caged

You can't learn if mistakes ain't made

I'm too hot to start beef i start steak

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Eat human flesh rare as steak