This is a song about "Sriracha and eggs"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And i put you on the team

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Hot as some sriracha, you're fly as a peacock

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

They say nothings ever free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Look i have no time to play your lyrics are like eggs what the fuck are you tranna say?

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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