This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits sausage"

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

I keep it crackin like denny's eggs, cuz im the chef,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

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

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

I be giving work to the kids

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits