This is a song about "Im so fried"

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I hit your block and we can box for fun

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Listen im so lyrically gifted

Coroners comfort your mama

Cause im so damn trowed. uhh.

And yall niggas the right flow

Im a superhero so

You fried under that heated lamp,

You’re on neon lights in my bank

I don't see a problem

And im feelin so numb

So when im departed

Man fuck this shit