This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits"

Like bacon, up on the skillet

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Something wicked this way come

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Grits chopped off for the love and affection

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win