This is a song about "Fried chicken and mo"

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

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

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

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual