This is a song about "Chicken juice"

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

When your getting drunk at the pub im sipping orange juice

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Closest you'll get is being chicken

He been waiting for his connection to come

But we should be body to body

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Fuck pro tools, this shit is all-natural like orange juice.

And maybe get you a juice

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth