This is a song about "Fry"

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

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

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Or a sunday fry x4

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Hook me up to a chair and watch as my brains fry,