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

Cuz her head runneths over with a whole set of questions

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

Got a lady friend but i don't need her

Well i'm fruit punch concentrate and they water

Except it ain't via the nose it's from deep in my soul

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

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

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

Woo-hah, got you all in check

...an bitch im so a-head,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg