This is a song about "Shrimp fried rice"

I'm the top dog and you just some shrimp shit

Because there ain't no coming back from that

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Knowing you you'll probably battle for cultivated rice,

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

I'm caged up in state prison