This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits sausage"

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Ain't no eggs for the batter

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Thinking its a sausage, he's ready to roast it/

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

Show em what's best, last time you got it cracking was when opening eggs

They'll have to rename this one

If you smellin bacon

She likes the way it hits her lips

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Just accept your fate, let the darkness lay it's eggs,