This is a song about "Dippy eggs"

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

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

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

Huh, i can't interpret her

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs