This is a song about "Fried chiken"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

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

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/