This is a song about "Bacon and sausage"

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

Like bacon, up on the skillet

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

If you smellin bacon

I don't trust no one

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts