This is a song about "Fried fruits"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

I don't wanna be fried or baked

What is it gonna take

Unify them, mob through, take over and

You fried under that heated lamp,

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

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Riding around without a fuck given