This is a song about "Fry"

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

After lebron, i'm what's next

Or a sunday fry x4

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

She's bad and she knows

Fry them up like potatoes

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived 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