This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

Two thousand and one years after christ

You can search but you'll never find

Just lay back, get your face slapped

You fried under that heated lamp,

Jesus christ of rappad, haters want me crucified,

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

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

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

If you believe then you can achieve

Playing christ to these enemies