This is a song about "Bad eggs"

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Luxury life, results living bad

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Times aren't always that bad

There's crack, there's crack

Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

It ain't like that

Why you treat them so bad

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Told me whats good and bad