This is a song about "Bacon hair"

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

Your pullin on my hair

Throw your gun in tha air

If you smellin bacon

I need to free them

When they here today what you say to them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Let me hear that beat, air

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one