This is a song about "Frech fry"

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

Fry them up like potatoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

After lebron, i'm what's next

Or a sunday fry x4

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

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself