This is a song about "Bacon hunter"

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Got lean, rose, patron

If you smellin bacon

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

You said i couldnt rhyme right hunter

You ain't more street so go suck your mother