This is a song about "Fry"

Clips in the play clothes

Fry them up like potatoes

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

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

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

Now everybody put your hands up high

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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