This is a song about "Fried nights"

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

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

I mean, like i write, every few nights

Wale they call me tiger stripes

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

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

Night i need that she comin here right away

Nights are still tough and long,

I get slight work like big sean