This is a song about "Bacon couture"

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

If you wanted a date, don't come

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

My lady friends never really be into the life

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

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