This is a song about "Bacon lettuce tomatoe"

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

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

If you smellin bacon

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

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