This is a song about "Deep fried christ"

Sixteen in lab cooking raps like jesus christ

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

I'll never forget, never forget the night

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

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

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Two thousand and one years after christ

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray