This is a song about "Kentucky fried c"

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Real nigga, street certified

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

To be honest, im modest

C and i flow the hardest

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

And all anyone cares about is the c