This is a song about "Fried chicken"

Something wicked this way come

Shout out chicken getting chicken

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

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

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

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

When i eat that chicken,

Miami nights, ain't another one

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision