This is a song about "Bacon fries"

Right flows down and they might go nice

Land of the burgers and fries,

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Where i sat and ate some fries with no complications

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Im sizzlin like french fries

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

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

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

They get my usual and give some extra fries too