This is a song about "Fried egg"

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

This new egg hatched tellin me i hated it when

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

If i die before i wake

I don't wanna be fried or baked