This is a song about "Sriracha and eggs"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ain't no eggs for the batter

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Living young and wild and free

Show em what's best, last time you got it cracking was when opening eggs

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

I don’t care where ya are

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