This is a song about "Rotton eggs"

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Ain't no eggs for the batter

That damier bag i bought her

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

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

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

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

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process