This is a song about "Fried children"

They gon love me for my ambition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

You find yourself thinking more about the children

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Box car children trying to hide

Pushin innocent children of buildings isn't normal right?

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

You face made blind children cry

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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