This is a song about "Sriracha and eggs"

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

Knees dug deep into the pavement

And remember what i said and

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

That i will leave earth with her

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

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

You know...you know who you are