Piff Gang - Steak and Eggs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Don Silk]

Allow myself to introduce myself
The name's Silk, I take pills and abuse my health
That shit's wavey
I'm off a couple roxy cutting pills
With a osh called Polly and I got polly in my pocket still
My pocket's filled with fucking dank
Yeah you know I get the dro
That megaphone
Very loud to make your fucking head explode
Huh
And spread your legs hoe
And when I bust my nut you need to make me steak and eggs hoe
Shit, my cracker
I been on my but shit
Bitch called me maraca
Yeah my life's a movie but no BAFTA
No script, no actors
Blue slim I roll backwards
I went to Cali and smoked Backwoods
Straight to the head
Hit to the cranium
My dro is out of this world
I'm piffing an alien
My bitch is Arabian
With a mix of Australian
I'm sipping that wavy mandy crystal mixed with my Jamieson
Pizzy

[Hook]

Eat good, smoke better
Talk shit, guess I should know better
Eat steak, smoke cheddar
Weed break 'em higher than a helicopter propeller
I wake up tell my bitch make my fucking bed
This is that ignant shit
I'm breaking bread and eating that steak and eggs
I'm eating good, I'm smoking better
Steak and eggs with two bitches that's my salt and pepper

[Verse 2]

Hoe you know my name
And you know my gang as well
Goddamn when I saw your frame
I was like who the fuck's that mademoiselle
Real talk you look like a ten
My dro it smells like a twelve
Tell that hoe to come to my show
And jump on my wave
Free Max Bigavel
I been getting head
And you been chasing tails
I'm piffing doobs, we're dreaming
J's got people watching like Cineworld
I'm a boss like Stringer Bell (shh)
Not 'till a hoe don't ring my bell
Got your bitch on lock and she's [?]
By the wishing well, well I wish her well
Never kiss a sket because them bitches tell
She's bygoing Heaven, getting up to living Hell
So what's good besides this lemon haze that I inhale
Got London city buzzing that's my clientele
Be like money
This ain't a joke it ain't funny
State well done and my eggs look sunny
Now she's on me, hardest
Left her spinning like [?], pardon me
Shit, pretty girl and that's my condiments
Ate all my sides, octagon

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dream Mclean]

I just killed a bottle of vodka; now I'm dead
Painting the whole town red
Like I'm Howard Webb
Spotify free trial, only got an hour left
8% battery, I'm feeling powerless
Now and then I rain on a bitch like a showerhead
Fuck her with the shower head
She's like now I'm wet
Now I'm wet (yeah)
Eat it 'till her knees shake
Sweet, sweet steak
Sour eggs
Eating good (smoking better), smoking better
Doing music, listening to drugs
Cause they go together
She smoking hot
But I treat her just like a roach and dead her
You can have her, brother
She's an old endeavour
Phaze, that's my nigga
Silk, that's my nigga
And I ain't really built like a piffer, but still-a
Piffing with the gang
Dizzle in the bag
One dab, two dab, ticket to Japan
And I'm gone