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

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen