This is a song about "Frech fry"

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I gotta teach hoes

Fry them up like potatoes