This is a song about "Bacon hunter"

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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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