This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Reach for the door, get your access denied

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

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