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

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will