This is a song about "Bacon bap"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life

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

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

The real muscle in the message of that

Like bacon, up on the skillet

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams