This is a song about "Fake fried s"

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Reputation is vital when you facin your rival

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

I make a way for my people to see the light