This is a song about "Frech fry"

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Big homie hov said i am close

Fry them up like potatoes

You know i want a piece of that pie

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

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

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

I dream of you more, my love goes to afeni shakur

Or a sunday fry x4

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for