This is a song about "Egg roll"

With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

The dead society of a poet

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

Fuck you if you feelin' different

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

I was on the pay roll

Timmy got his bike stole