This is a song about "Im about to fry you"

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

I'll tell you baby that we're through

To forget about you.

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Im about to have a mental breakdown,

You feel it from your head to your toes

Im about to spit oh shit girl here it goes,

Reason i stuck with the sound

Imma show you what im all about

You are about to die!

So y'all niggas can fly

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Its about to rain hell on you

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Glad you're witnessing what im about to be