This is a song about "Fried chicken balls"

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I know that love it could begin

Shout out chicken getting chicken

What up girl, tell me how you been

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

You fried under that heated lamp,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice