This is a song about "Pork fried rice"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

They cluck away at my yummy yummy pork,

I don't wanna be fried or baked

If i should die before i wake

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

Hearing nikki giovanni on a late summer night

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried