This is a song about "Wil fry"

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

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

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

Fry them up like potatoes

Guess i’m different than most

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

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