This is a song about "Fried shrimp"

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I'm the top dog and you just some shrimp shit

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

All my niggas druggies take dmt eat some shrimp

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Whatever it takes to live and stand

You fried under that heated lamp,