This is a song about "Bacon egg baps"

#egg-sample next hatches when new mission kicks in

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg drop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

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

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

So the devil that drove in her got in control

But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll