This is a song about "Egg bacon grits"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Well the d is missing scramble you like an egg

If a nigga didn't fake like them

If you smellin bacon

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Canibus and grits aren't helping my mission

You just working with the scraps you was given

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

When they here today what you say to them

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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