This is a song about "Fried chicken"

Something wicked this way come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Shout out chicken getting chicken

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

And get on down with this thc vision

Closest you'll get is being chicken

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

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

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right