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

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

These gangstas pray to god, and they want to break bread,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Riding around without a fuck given

U stole my money bread and dough

Although thought that we would grow

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

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

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen