This is a song about "Chicken nuggests"

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

What up girl, tell me how you been

I eat these skaters like chicken

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Ironic, a chicken afraid of cock - her man said "please lick it"

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

I hit your block and we can box for fun

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

See with a district columbia vision