This is a song about "Fried oreos"

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

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

Now move back over here to the right

Then i bet he be cracked

You fried under that heated lamp,