This is a song about "Bacon and sausage"

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And remember what i said and

And get caught, in the moment