This is a song about "Bacon and brussel spro"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

My mona lisa painting on the wall came to life

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

If you smellin bacon

Now look: the change has come

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

She got me caught up in the moment

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please