This is a song about "Wil fry"

I wil make you suffer with my laughing curse...

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

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

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

Convertibles with turbo jets

Or a sunday fry x4