This is a song about "Heads crack like egg shells"

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

I'm like smokin' crack in helicopters, you ain't as high a level,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll

Don't worry i'll be back, cause the pussy like crack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Got these haters heads spinning like cycloones wait thats a

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?