This is a song about "Fried chicken and fucking koolaid"

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Girls fast how jamaicans run

That moschino shit is so back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

They wouldn't be nothing

Just caking and fucking

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat