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

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

Miami nights, ain't another one

When i eat that chicken,

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I'm a son of gun

Crispy, crispy chicken.

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

After every show, a dream she hold

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

Just caking and fucking

In my drawsring, ring, ring