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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Top ranked, number one my son