This is a song about "Eggs"

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

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

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

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Ain't no eggs for the batter

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away