This is a song about "Fried chiken"

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

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

My lady friends never really be into the life

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

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

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Catch you up on places i've been

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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