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

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

She might be goin' home with me tonight

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

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

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

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

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

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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