This is a song about "Fried mind"

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

But somehow it made them listen

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

Mailboxes burstin but so is mind

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

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

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right