This is a song about "Bacon pancakes"

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted

Like bacon, up on the skillet

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

These french pancakes give me the crepes

It’s something that’s in your veins

On the bible you can run

If you smellin bacon

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

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze