This is a song about "Chicken pot pie"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Contagious like chicken pox

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

And actin like a sweety pie

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention