This is a song about "Fried skittles"

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

You're rhymes are as straight as a bowl fill of skittles