This is a song about "Fried chicken nigga"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Contagious like chicken pox

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I hit your block and we can box for fun

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

And i ain't trying to land

You fried under that heated lamp,

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical