This is a song about "Egg shaped head"

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Black clouds circle my weary head

You already know you're dead

Musical shots at your head,

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

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

#egg-sample next hatches when new mission kicks in

Nobody ain't own us yet

I'm writing this off my head

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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