This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

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

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

And i like my girls with ambition

And even more alarming is the fact

You fried under that heated lamp,

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

Shout it loud as you can, i ain't listening, i breathe deep,

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

Nightmare on any street

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

No days off and that's even on a snow day

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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