This is a song about "Bacon and hoes"

Cause they right down the street

And imma make these hoes bleed

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

I want to fight the music on this one

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon