This is a song about "Brussel sprouts and bacon"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Put the purp in the blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and