This is a song about "Fried skittles"

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Ice tea and skittles, ima share it like my last supper

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

You fried under that heated lamp,

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

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

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come