This is a song about "Fried chicken and fucking koolaid"

They'll have to rename this one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

In this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Will i still keep the couragei refuse to be a role model

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I'm caged up in state prison

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

So i wanna make sure somewhere in this chicken scratch i scribble and doodle

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Of koolaid in here flab pack

Bring that shit the fuck back

Shout out chicken getting chicken

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen