This is a song about "Crispy tampons"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

I'm caged up in state prison

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm the creator of cooking people til they're thick and crispy like baked potatoes.