This is a song about "Bacon sizzle"

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Me and my microphone could be one

Gett this money flip it like bacon

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

Like bacon, up on the skillet

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

And my songs when they reach they official

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now