This is a song about "Bacon"

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

In private, not public in the streets

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

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

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing