This is a song about "Boiled eggs"

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

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

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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