This is a song about "Fried chiken"

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

You fried under that heated lamp,

Got racks you don’t understand

Ambition for life, dreaming bigger than life

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

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

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say

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

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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