This is a song about "Bacon fries"

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Buy some french fries, then i get high

Live off my lie and my lullaby

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

If you smellin bacon

They had a hell of a run

And when i start to rise

And dont forget the fries

Like bacon, up on the skillet

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

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

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Gett this money flip it like bacon

If you wanted a date, don't come