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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Eating shrooms on a cruze with gin and juice

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And maybe get you a juice

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys