This is a song about "Churches chicken"

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Riding around without a fuck given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Blasphemy becomes me while priests are preying in churches

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service

Shhh they will never surface worthless churches fed fiction for another purpose

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

He thought his problem would be solved by visiting churches,

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

I eat these skaters like chicken

Work straight out the kitchen

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been