This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

And be alive any many mini mo

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

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

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets