This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits"

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

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Reefer head with nuggets that's greener than easter eggs and shit

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

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next