This is a song about "Wil fry"

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

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

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

Or a sunday fry x4

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

That wil tell you staight and shame you out

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

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours