This is a song about "Fried rice"

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

But i get you, i bang with you the long way

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried