This is a song about "Frried chicken clean verse"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

See with a district columbia vision

Closest you'll get is being chicken

It's roc nation, this my team

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Hold on you can see my vision

Shout out chicken getting chicken

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

My verse flow like a wave clean the surface for the naive who used to crap like you have