This is a song about "Fry"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Got shows on top of shows

Fry them up like potatoes

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly