This is a song about "Chicken fried steak"

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

I don't wanna be fried or baked

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Served in my kitchens with my fired chicken,

Cos i'm so hot i don't start beef i start steak

At an extremly alarming rate

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

10 million off of mixtapes before i drop a single

Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

My talent should take me places i've never been

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone

You fried under that heated lamp,

Two white cups and i got that drank