This is a song about "Niggers eating fried chicken"

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

I don't wanna be fried or baked

What is it gonna take

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

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

So all the hustling for nothing man

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen