This is a song about "Fried fruits"

Dependent on if it's hatred or an objective opinion

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

You fried under that heated lamp,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

And get on down with this thc vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

I don't wanna be fried or baked

If i die before i wake

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut