This is a song about "Bacon"

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

We stay faded, need no occasion

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Gett this money flip it like bacon

And isaiah say one day your time will come

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Just a place that they can come

If you smellin bacon