This is a song about "I love orange chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

He’s tha only one

'round the clock, till i make my own clockwork of orange,

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

I want a girl to love

It's just textbook stuff

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

All i got is this orange jump suit, i got sick from grapefruit juice,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

And i can't help but notice

All because i can't feel love