This is a song about "Fried"

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

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

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

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one