This is a song about "Eggs bacon grilled sausage"

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Hey baster stop battling me (carl c) your master, your spiting some eggs

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Gett this money flip it like bacon

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run