This is a song about "Love for orange chicken"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Grits chopped off for the love and affection

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With a barrage a raps that theyre itching for like chicken pox

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

He's a skinned chicken full of lies prepped for sacrifice

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Amen, they say you only live once

Bonding over our love for drugs

What up girl, tell me how you been

And is ready for love section

The numbness of reality like an orange

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much