This is a song about "Eggs on the booty"

Real nigga shit i gotta make it one day

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds