This is a song about "Fry fry freddie"

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Ya battling freddie the red 'n black sweated lumberjack.

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

Freddie lips crimson and mistaken with the seagulls

Together all the timethought it was true love

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

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

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

Or a sunday fry x4

I'm on deck i'm up next