This is a song about "Fried chicken and grape juice"

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

Cause i know vodka and juice make a hell of a mixture,

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice