This is a song about "Fried chicken watermelon"

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

Ate a watermelon seed

I don't know defeat

Contagious like chicken pox

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I wonder why we take from our women

Shout out chicken getting chicken

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Me and my microphone could be one

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Catch you up on places i've been

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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