This is a song about "Stephen fry"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

If critics say my rhyme's stink, i'll fry em til there's burnin smells

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

They call me edifrom the side that's seedyyoung nigga greedy, so i'm runnin up on these niggas easy

Shit im making history im already legendary, fucking stephen kings cary in her hairy ass pussy,

I'll got three rounds like stephen bonner

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Convertibles with turbo jets

Or a sunday fry x4