This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Mo' money, mo' problems

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

And be alive any many mini mo

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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