This is a song about "Fried shard ice dealer"

I, own guns, got my own arms dealer

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Sentence killer equivalent to a hook dealer

"yo it's cool you're a drug dealer too"

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

You fried under that heated lamp,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

I got something you've been waiting for

Or maybe even a drug dealer

My brain work differently then others baby it is fried

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Don’t even gotta break the ice

I'm everything that they call nice