This is a song about "Small fry"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

U a small pet me tyrannosaurus- rex

You get hit wit a small dose

Every night i stroke hoes

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And keep in my small shiny white nuts

Even if the amount of money is so small

The angels sing and i feel like thats my roll call

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer