This is a song about "Fried skittles"

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

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

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

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

Instead of veggie fried lies and man's eyes exposed,

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

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

If you something like paid you can fuck tonight

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life