This is a song about "Corn bread and fried chicken"

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I'm a son of a gun

Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

In my bread and peanut butter you're the jelly in between

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed