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

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Riding around without a fuck given

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

And maybe get you a juice

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

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

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

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

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

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Two reflections into one

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I’m polamalu, 600 the newest model

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her