This is a song about "Fried chicken nigga"

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

By any means necessary get campaign right

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

When i eat that chicken,

I'm caged up in state prison

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

I can smell it when i go outside

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

We pray while we prey on competition