This is a song about "Bacon and hoes"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Go! you free to go about your business

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

And mine somewhere bout mars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that