This is a song about "Watermelon fried chicken"

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

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

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

You fried under that heated lamp,

I start to think it's all planned

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

My favorite color is watermelon, if you know what i mean

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

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