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

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

I eat these skaters like chicken

Top ranked, number one my son

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

For the outlawz, here we come

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done