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

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Cause you didn’t play the game right

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

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

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

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million