This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

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

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

Dmv that's on me no days off i don't sleep

When did my problems get so deep?

You just working with the scraps you was given

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I don't wanna be fried or baked

See my hands start to shake