This is a song about "Crispy tampons"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

I'm a son of gun

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

With the piece that kel was rocking

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

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

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