This is a song about "Chicken fried rice"

Girls fast how jamaicans run

When i eat that chicken,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

You fried under that heated lamp,

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I told him get his 9 and run

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

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

Reach for the door, get your access denied