This is a song about "Kentucky fried c"

You fried under that heated lamp,

About disaster in the world and

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Yeah your fried i may be pork rines but i survive

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

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

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

C walking in the kill zone

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

He been waiting for his connection to come

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

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

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

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