This is a song about "Bacon hunter"

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Sound wise... or that style they puttin' out now

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

She got something i never had

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

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

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