This is a song about "Fried chicken"

You fried under that heated lamp,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

I hit your block and we can box for fun

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

If i die before i wake

I don't wanna be fried or baked