This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Gotta try not to look fake in fact

You fried under that heated lamp,

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

As your family dies, and my family rise

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

You got get deep, deep down inside

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one