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

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Watch me do, stop and shoot, acidrap i got the juice

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

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

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

High as shit, i’m in a booth

And maybe get you a juice

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

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