This is a song about "Fry chicken"

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Contagious like chicken pox

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Winner winner chicken dinner

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done