This is a song about "Fried"

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

I don't wanna be fried or baked

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

And get on down with this thc vision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice