This is a song about "Fried chicken balls"

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Top ranked, number one my son

When i eat that chicken,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Winner winner chicken dinner

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun