This is a song about "Kentuck fried chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

What up girl, tell me how you been

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Walk blind into a line or fight