This is a song about "Fried chiken"

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

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

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

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

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

You fried under that heated lamp,

Fighting with my weak hand

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

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin