This is a song about "Fried egg"

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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

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

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Because he made his decision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

This new egg hatched tellin me i hated it when

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive