This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

Callin' these bitches cuz bitches ain't even women

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

If i die before i wake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Unify them, mob through, take over and

You fried under that heated lamp,

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I want to fight the music on this one

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

I’m way harder than the concrete

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

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

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind