This is a song about "Fried nights"

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Ambition is definitely on the way

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

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

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

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

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,