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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Bodying the beat and breaking bread with the coldest of g's

I'm making straight bitches pussy wet just like a noodle

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead