This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits sausage"

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

The race war, when it's us against all of them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Mash up the 'tatoes whilst my bitch whisks the eggs

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

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

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

Grits chopped off for the love and affection

I know they pay me too much of attention