This is a song about "Bacon egg baps"

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

Because there ain't no coming back from that

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

#egg-sample next hatches when new mission kicks in

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

You think you're hard boiled? fucker you're an easter egg

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

If you smellin bacon

Hoes row got beans in them

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

She can only take so much more than her heart got