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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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

I'm fed up, we gotta start teach the children

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live