This is a song about "Eating chicken and watermelon"

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

And it'll keep eating till it takes an emotional toll

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

Got tired of running from the police

While i'm eating some cheese and watch the trees

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Cold world no blanket son

From the back seat, back seat

Ate a watermelon seed

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I am not the only one

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

And mama doesn't make enough, so you're eating the free lunch,