This is a song about "Fried shard ice dealer"

But i gotta make sure i’m right

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

That i will leave earth with her

See me i'm a dope dealer

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

My block, that's right! heh

Drug dealer shane, lame eh?

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,