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

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

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

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes