This is a song about "I make chicken fried rice"

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

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

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Yeah bitch this date's done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

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

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise