This is a song about "Shrimp fried rice"

Or these niggas is losin' it, silly minds

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Its like condilisa rice, not being republican

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

You fried under that heated lamp,

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Comin straight off the top, pussy like rice krispies

Hold on you can see my vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,

I hit your block and we can box for fun