This is a song about "Fried"

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

You fried under that heated lamp,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun