This is a song about "Fry"

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Or a sunday fry x4

Convertibles with turbo jets

Fry them up like potatoes

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself