This is a song about "Deep fried dyrangs"

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

When did my problems get so deep?

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

I'mma do the right thing though, take shock anyway

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one