This is a song about "Fried butter"

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

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

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

We should fuck each others mothers

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,