This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

Two white cups and i got that drank

You fried under that heated lamp,

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

My neighborhood is baptist so i guess i'll pray to jesus christ,

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find