This is a song about "Eggs"

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

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

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

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

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

And everybody's having sex