This is a song about "Sushi cake aioli chips chicken"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Top ranked, number one my son

Closest you'll get is being chicken

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I am not the only one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

You shook my world and it felt apart