This is a song about "Fried shrimp"

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

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

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

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

All my niggas druggies take dmt eat some shrimp

Whoever want it, they better note that i’m so focused

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

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