This is a song about "Freddie bunz"

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

We vegetables, on them record labels

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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