This is a song about "Frying"

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

Every human bodies frying, from my illuminati science

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Now you go hit me like this with a frying pan

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can