This is a song about "Fried rice"

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

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

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Top ranked, number one my son

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Serve em with my bowl of lead mixed with rice krispies

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds