This is a song about "Chicken fried"

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

I eat these skaters like chicken

She watchin' that oxygen

You stood me up and i understand

You fried under that heated lamp,

I don't wanna be fried or baked

But they sold jello in the paint

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

So the ones eye has freak don't run

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

And get on down with this thc vision

Closest you'll get is being chicken

She never ready to go so she forever come

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,