This is a song about "Bacon hunter"

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

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

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

If you smellin bacon

What up girl, tell me how you been

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

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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