This is a song about "Freddie"

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key