This is a song about "Grits and eggs"

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

So, just tell me something about yourself

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

And kill yourself and your clique

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

And remember what i said and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Look, i tried to call it quits

Going broke, no sir

Ain't no eggs for the batter

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning

Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking