This is a song about "Egg salad"

Kiss my ass salad tossin,barking, on my rick rossin,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Bun b, i’m underground king

Like a salad no dressing

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Salad be tossy, green as the thing that survives the bomb

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And say toss some salad for your favorite wolf deity

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

I put the nigga in his casket

Better then ceaser salad.

I'll shove egg yolks down your throat till you croak

I'm the wonder woman, let me go get my rope

This new egg hatched tellin me i hated it when

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them