This is a song about "Fry somebody"

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

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

Convertibles with turbo jets

Or a sunday fry x4

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

So you frantically start dating looking for somebody,

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Keep those rhymes tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

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

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Just to let you know, you are

Somebody deliver

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

If you don't know betta ask somebody

Now i'm hungry: somebody get a ham sandwich,

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch