This is a song about "Bacon and brussel spro"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

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

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

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

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Me and my microphone could be one

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon