This is a song about "Fried fruits"

Because he made his decision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

Shit with our whole family

And all the fruits agree

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Like, i got the peel so tell them fruits i got the juice you can invite em and see (vitamin c)

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

It was just another party

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"