This is a song about "Bacon eggs and trap h"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Make the fingers snap

Comming straight outta the trap

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Nah-ha dis is b enough, h-h-had it too tough

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Rolling in more green than a hole in one