This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Now a nigga got baking to bake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

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

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

The door crack, niggas all black

Would the great christ come back

Yeah i know we never got to meet

But this goes so deep, -real deep-