So I'm laying in bed and I have these eggs sitting on my air conditioner. I look up at my window and see a little boy breaking my eggs. "Why are you breaking my eggs!" I tell him and then he goes off talking about living with just his dad and the conflict he has which has nothing to do with why he broke the eggs. But then I just remember us up on a tree singing Frank Ocean and my ex passing by with his friends and then we become friends with them and we then hang out with them in my living room and that's the end.