This is a song about "Short 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

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Or a sunday fry x4

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

The afrocentric rappers who knew life is too short,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Never had a chance to try

And i will cut it short for i,

Should be degraded, (short pause)

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I like the way they dribble up and down the court