This is a song about "Fried chicken balls"

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

See, i'm second to no one

I eat these skaters like chicken

Winner winner chicken dinner

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And modify your opinion

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

You pull up in parking lots

Contagious like chicken pox

I don't wanna be fried or baked

But, shorty i'm far from a saint