This is a song about "Crispy"

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.

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,

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Now look: the change has come

Bun b, i’m underground king

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy