This is a song about "Fry"

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Fry them up like potatoes

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

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

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

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

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