This is a song about "Pickled eggs"

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

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

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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