This is a song about "Runny eggs"

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

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

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

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

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

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds