This is a song about "Bacon couture"

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

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

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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