This is a song about "Fried chicken nigga"

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I eat these skaters like chicken

And modify your opinion

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

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

Riding around without a fuck given

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

You fried under that heated lamp,

To reds i ain't know how to act

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been