This is a song about "Watermelon fried chicken"

I told him get his 9 and run

Closest you'll get is being chicken

Have no souls indeed

Ate a watermelon seed

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Winner winner chicken dinner

Ay yo you wonder who i are

When i eat that chicken,

And modify your opinion

I eat these skaters like chicken

For the outlawz, here we come

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried