This is a song about "Fried chicken"

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

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

Contagious like chicken pox

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I eat these skaters like chicken