This is a song about "Frech fry"

Fry them up like potatoes

I gotta teach hoes

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Or a sunday fry x4

Roll up niggas be like sex

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive