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

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

And i end up giving your kids dat bread.

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

This is like love, that you can never get

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

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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