This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

When i eat that chicken,

Work straight out the kitchen

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Like d. lector and g-mo i got a potty mouth

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,