This is a song about "Fried egg"

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll