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

Just caking and fucking

They wouldn't be nothing

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And blast you with his fucking

Get it girl, keep that motor running

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

You pay your favorite stripper car note

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