This is a song about "Fried fruits"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And all the fruits agree

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

This is like riding through the city

You just working with the scraps you was given

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

You're uncool like my mother kin

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried