This is a song about "Fried nights"

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Could not stress to me i wasn't grown, especially on nights

Paper planes, long flights

In the coldest days darkest nights

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

All the time with this glock of mines

Been up plenty of endless nights.

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

What can you tickle that can make a dinosaur giggle

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,