This is a song about "Wil fry"

I'm on deck i'm up next

Or a sunday fry x4

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

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

I got bigger fish to fry and wicked demons to conquer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

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

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

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

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