This is a song about "Sriracha and eggs"

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

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

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

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

Yeah, ready for whatever

No it ain't easy

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

Underrated that's temporarily for the moment

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs