This is a song about "Get fried"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Competitors get worried

You'll get choked, so get stoked,

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

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

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

I don't wanna be fried or baked

They say them colors must be fake

You fried under that heated lamp,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

They don't see my vision, grown man mission