This is a song about "Fried chicken nigga"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

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

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

What up girl, tell me how you been

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

You fried under that heated lamp,

Fighting with my weak hand

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys