This is a song about "Freddie"

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.