This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

It's getting colder, shouldn't have dug so deep

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

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

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

When did my problems get so deep?

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

To run and hide, now your pussies fried