This is a song about "Kentucky fried c"

I don't wanna be fried or baked

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

C walking in the kill zone

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

And all anyone cares about is the c

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

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

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

No sneak dissin or get fried up crisp by the heat ray

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

I’m coming back like light-skin and

You fried under that heated lamp,