This is a song about "Egg fried rice"

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

And get on down with this thc vision

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I catch that touchdown like jerry rice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Reach for the door, get your access denied