This is a song about "Freddie bunz"

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

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

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

We vegetables, on them record labels

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap