This is a song about "Kentuck fried chicken"

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I'm a son of gun

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

I know that love it could begin

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/