This is a song about "Fried rice"

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

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

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