This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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