This is a song about "Scrambled eggs"

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

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Ain't no eggs for the batter

How simple they are

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

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense