This is a song about "Grape soda and friend chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Cold world no blanket son

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Aidan, maybe you'll be next, you and a friend,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

She hangs up, and calls a friend

Stop it if you scared

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

The post man steps within and brings me my ordered chicken wings,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Sounded fruitier than a fruity soda,

A modern day goodfella, i'm ray liotta