This is a song about "Cheeto fry"

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,

Fry them up like potatoes

But keep on your clothes

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life