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

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

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

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

Fuckin everyone, and fuckin everything

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

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

And be alive any many mini mo

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price