This is a song about "Small fry"

Marking me down for a small silly mistake

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

Or keep small it around four

Im seated by the floor

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Small town guy, spend my time shooting hoops

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Didn't do a thing at all

Stand tall and stall till small kids fall