This is a song about "Fried chicken weed grape soda"

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

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

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

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

Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Concords and grape fives, grape in all em kush strains

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

I eat these skaters like chicken

I told him get his 9 and run

I pop one, you pop one

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

You fried under that heated lamp,