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

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Because he made his decision

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

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

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single