This is a song about "Whipping eggs"

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

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

Yeah, i had this little bad thing something like them tens

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there