This is a song about "Deep fry"

Baddest with deep tactics..

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

And muthafuck the quota

I'm stuck asleep ina deep coma

Or coppin' some deep throat.

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Maybe my wounds are just to deep,

I keep my money neat

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Buried deep but ive arisen,

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Or a sunday fry x4

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet