This is a song about "Fried"

My talent should take me places i've never been

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

??? ??? ?? with the feeling right

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

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

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

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I'm walkin' to the food trays to get some fried chicken,

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission