This is a song about "Deep fry"

But this goes so deep, -real deep-

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

But its too late your knee deep.

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

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

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

Baddest with deep tactics..

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

And you could find interest

100 deep v.i.p. no guest list

Maybe my wounds are just to deep,

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Brighter than yellow bones

Fry them up like potatoes