This is a song about "Fried"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

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

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

Frickin fried tie-dyed chicken just listen, you mother fucker cock sucker slurp burp into submission

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

To run and hide, now your pussies fried

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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