This is a song about "Deep fried pickles"

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

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

I’m way harder than the concrete

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Just a place that they can come

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

I make a way for my people to see the light

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried