This is a song about "Bacon is a progressing meat"

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

With a freddie cruger glove peeling at your meat

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

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

While he's progressing, he always tries impressing

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Not a steer but i can handle my meat

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

I'm a carnivore eating meat, moms a herbivore cause she got beat

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

Model bitches is on line like "beliebers" on twitter

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

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!