This is a song about "Eggs and sausages"

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

And remember what i said and

This is something different

And kill yourself and your clique

The revolution will proceed

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Modu, he's ready for whatever