This is a song about "Popeyes chicken"

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

We need some chicken up in up in here

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Hold on you can see my vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Got hu women frostburg women

Crispy, crispy chicken.