This is a song about "Chicken fry z"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

Fry them up like potatoes

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Knowing you can no longer party

With a deal getting big signed by jay z,

Crispy, crispy chicken.

All the girls really want is fun

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Glorifying puppets like jay-z to push agendas,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,