This is a song about "Fried chicken"

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Tryna find the one

When i eat that chicken,

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Contagious like chicken pox

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Crispy, crispy chicken.

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

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