This is a song about "Fry"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

You know i want a piece of that pie

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Fry them up like potatoes

Took me a while just to write those

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Or a sunday fry x4

Roll up niggas be like sex

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf