This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep

I’m way harder than the concrete

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

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

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

You got get deep, deep down inside

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I don't wanna be fried or baked

If i die before i wake

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

You fried under that heated lamp,

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight