This is a song about "Chicken fried rice"

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Or these niggas is losin' it, silly minds

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

All the girls really want is fun

Shotgun in the drop made a right

To run and hide, now your pussies fried