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

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

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

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

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

And you're, approaching me right

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

And yall niggas the right flow

U stole my money bread and dough

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream