This is a song about "Fry"

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

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Fry them up like potatoes

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

All this is probably karma, you dishonored the father

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

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

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock