This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

And modify your opinion

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Something wicked this way come

Shout out chicken getting chicken

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

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

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

Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them