This is a song about "Fake fried s"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes