This is a song about "Pickled eggs"

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

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

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

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

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

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

Ain't no eggs for the batter

What is hittin' for