This is a song about "Deep fryers"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Your own creation of madness crawls deep,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Cause i speak this deep shit, believe it

It's getting colder, shouldn't have dug so deep

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Lay em to rest, 6 feet deep

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Or coppin' some deep throat.

Fly as ricky steam boat

If he does my soul to keep

Maybe my wounds are just to deep,