This is a song about "A lady with an egg on her head"

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

The child was holding her finger with a smile on his face...

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I'll leave a mic and some headphones with her dead bones then i'll head home

A woman by his side with a bullet in her head

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

With your head on a spike a big ass frown.

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

The boys fuck a chorus this shit goes hard fuckin with a beast turn a lady i

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die