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

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

I'm caged up in state prison

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

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

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Make the fingers snap