This is a song about "Frech fry"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Or a sunday fry x4

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Fry them up like potatoes

She's bad and she knows

Don’t know which one i’ma drive, fuck it, i’m just gone fly

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

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock