This is a song about "Freddie bunz"

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks