This is a song about "Fried"

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

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

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I don't wanna be fried or baked

See my hands start to shake

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

These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries