This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

Indubitably i'm too street

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

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

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

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

Me and my peeps often meet

When did my problems get so deep?

Must be a lady in tha light

You got get deep, deep down inside