This is a song about "Deep fried dyrangs"

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

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

I said i got my ass beat

When did my problems get so deep?

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

I don't wanna be fried or baked

And i feared that my fans say i failed

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

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied