This is a song about "Crispy"

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

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Crispy, crispy chicken.

Can’t you see just how long my run

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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