This is a song about "Bacon"

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

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

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,

I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow