This is a song about "Fried chicken"

I seem to love these whips - a white

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I'm wale, the prescription

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Contagious like chicken pox

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And even more alarming is the fact

You fried under that heated lamp,

Got hu women frostburg women

Shout out chicken getting chicken

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Hold on you can see my vision