This is a song about "Fried onions"

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

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

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

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

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

When it's trouble, they "blocka" and fuck a life