This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

What do i say next jesus christ

And modify your opinion

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

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

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Im troublesome juggle and rumble some rappers who cross me like christ

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

Pray you rich in confidence, now i'm paying you mind

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

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one