This is a song about "Eggs"

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

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

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

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

You know that love is a very serious thing

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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