This is a song about "Bacon butty"

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

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one