This is a song about "Freddie"

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat