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

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

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

You fried under that heated lamp,

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Can’t you see just how long my run

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen