This is a song about "Fry cooks"

Mind's like an oven, sometimes when i'm baked these thoughts it cooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Stack meat, i'm raw 'cuz when the beef cooks with battle rap,

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Like a line full of hoes

Fry them up like potatoes