This is a song about "Popeye s chicken"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

She say i make her shiver

Winner winner chicken dinner

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Do you find yourself a hero, a villain, or just a chicken

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women