This is a song about "Freddie mer"

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

One day when the stars shine, like flares on a clear mer

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad