This is a song about "Fried nights"

In the coldest days darkest nights

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

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

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Been spending most our lives

Been up plenty of endless nights.

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

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right