This is a song about "Bacon soda"

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Riding around with ms. reece and them

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Cause everytime yall come around

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

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

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron