This is a song about "Scranbled eggs"

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

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

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

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs