This is a song about "Pancakes and chicken"

Hold on you can see my vision

I eat these skaters like chicken

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

When i eat that chicken,

Catch you up on places i've been

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And last but not least please don't tell no one

No rehearsal, i know it all like urkel

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle