This is a song about "Eggs bacon grits"

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Can’t you see just how long my run

Scat porn with corny lines consistency of grits

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

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

While we suffer in summer our supper is eggs

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Ain't no eggs for the batter

I don’t care where ya are