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

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Just to match the grind with precision

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

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

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

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

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

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

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

Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread

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

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

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