This is a song about "Bacon lovers"

Top ranked, number one my son

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Pure emotions the mixed feelings of lovers

I refuse to be another being on this earth

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers