This is a song about "Creme eggs"

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Ain't no eggs for the batter

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

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

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Show em what's best, last time you got it cracking was when opening eggs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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