This is a song about "Fried butter"

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

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

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

You fried under that heated lamp,

And even more alarming is the fact

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Flow smoother than paula deena butter