This is a song about "Eggs and bacon"

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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

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

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Why are you boiling like eggs, grunting at my face like pigs?