This is a song about "Sriracha and eggs"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

I be gettin' money

Living young and wild and free

And this will be the song that we sing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

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

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

We can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

So dunn stay silent

Grab the scissors and saws and

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Took the van, went snatch her