This is a song about "Niggers eating fried chicken"

Mines is family over everything

No rations or resources for eating//

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Make them more insecure when they caught one

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And isaiah say one day your time will come

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

Now move back over here to the right

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,