This is a song about "Fry fry freddie"

Or a sunday fry x4

Convertibles with turbo jets

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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

Or send me to hell cause i ain't beggin for my life

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

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

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

We all dream one day we kings and queens

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.