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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I'm not a chicken, and i'm sorry that this rap is late,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

What up girl, tell me how you been

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I hit your block and we can box for fun

When i eat that chicken,

Something wicked this way come

Cold, my style making my nose run

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.