This is a song about "Fried chicken watermelon"

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

These hoes is wicked a female chicken

If you wanted a date, don't come

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

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

See with a district columbia vision

Whatever man, as long as tyson isn't chicken

Can’t you see just how long my run

Crispy, crispy chicken.

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right