This is a song about "Freddie"

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Everything ain't what it seems

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Wall street bankers' wallets get padded, remember freddie mac?

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie