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

Got a lady friend but i don't need her

See, i like the person that you are

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

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

I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

She screamed but i bashed her head in with a cordless phone.

With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (bang!)

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

I respect that you don't know yet

I slapped an x on your head

I found her in favela with a bullet in her head

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead