This is a song about "Eggs bacon grilled sausage"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Two reflections into one

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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