This is a song about "Chicken part 2"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

When i eat that chicken,

On the bible you can run

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

But the magic part at the magic grill you gon be starvin in like 2 hour

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

I just realised theres more chicken than pork.