This is a song about "Runny eggs"

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

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

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

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Going broke, no sir

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite