This is a song about "Green eggs"

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

I dream of makin green/

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

That the green is his motive

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Fire on my mind like im green

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

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

See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense