This is a song about "Fry fry freddie turning 55"

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

Fry them up like potatoes

She's bad and she knows

Or a sunday fry x4

I'm on deck i'm up next

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Quick turning into that cocky kid

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Believe i'll freddie krueger up your dreams.

In private, not public in the streets

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

These haters hope i hurry up and die

You so got me, i'm open for life forever my wife

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