This is a song about "Im so fried"

Im a superhero so

Niggas say i'm loco

So im calling your bluff

Got that deep love

But im christian so logically

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

They just need convincing like malcolm little

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

You fried under that heated lamp,

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Miami nights, made a couple grand