This is a song about "Wil fry"

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

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

When they twist and talk with they fingers

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

Fry them up like potatoes

She's bad and she knows

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

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

I fry niggas come at me than you might get yours

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

That wil tell you staight and shame you out

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

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

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life