This is a song about "Shrimp fried rice"

So fasten your seatbelts we got rice to ration

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You bull shit, look

Lobsters and shrimp im good

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Or these niggas is losin' it, silly minds

Reach for the door, get your access denied

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

We pray while we prey on competition

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried