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

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Catch you up on places i've been

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

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

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

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

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion