This is a song about "Kentuck fried chicken"

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Catch you up on places i've been

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

I don't wanna be fried or baked

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

My drive is like no one

When i eat that chicken,