This is a song about "Bacon"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Like bacon, up on the skillet

I don't trust nonelook what the 80's did

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

If you smellin bacon

Yeah i ain't done

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

And it rules everything around them

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams