This is a song about "Fried nights"

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I wanna make a play and try escapin' the dreary nights

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

That nuvo or that goose egg got you losin your religion

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

There is a light that shines

In the coldest days darkest nights

Endless the days, forever the nights,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Pussy and patron make you feel alright