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

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

As a piece of meat i got beef i gotta thaw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe

Now they want me to grease-up, be less african and get amnesia

And every night would swallow a big fat sausage meat pita

Im a human meat eater

Or something that you paid for

I glide with peace the essence of heaven is cooked up meat

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

While he's progressing, he always tries impressing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them