This is a song about "French fry"

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I hit you from rewind it'd be hard to move forward

Your hair in a french braid you can make it work

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

You're gonna have to pardon my french, mr. englishman

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

So type ur best n i'll fry ur set take a minute n hour