This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

And be alive any many mini mo

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

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

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence