This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits"

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Like bacon, up on the skillet

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

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next