This is a song about "Freddie"

Everything ain't what it seems

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

I can always go home and look down my street

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

That scary love, never get married love

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad