This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

And you could find interest

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

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

If i can leave this place, and just get away

They gon love me for my ambition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/