This is a song about "Fried chicken nigga"

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

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

I eat these skaters like chicken

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

And when it's said and done

Shout out chicken getting chicken

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

See with a district columbia vision

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Winner winner chicken dinner

And i just want to hold her

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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