This is a song about "Wil fry"

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

In her defense she a part of the crowd

That wil tell you staight and shame you out

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Fry them up like potatoes

Here they keep a rachet close