This is a song about "Fried chicken balls"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Winner winner chicken dinner

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

If you ever feel alone and

You fried under that heated lamp,

Now im doing cannon balls

Huh, a metaphor of course