This is a song about "Fried butter"

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

I know that love it could begin

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

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

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel