This is a song about "Bacon flakes"

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

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

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

Like bacon, up on the skillet

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

We back on these highways moving cakes

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister