This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo fuckin koolaid"

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

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Mo' money, mo' problems

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance