This is a song about "Fried skittles"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

They say that karats help your vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

He been waiting for his connection to come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

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

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

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

If you ever feel alone and

You fried under that heated lamp,