This is a song about "Bacon"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

She's like "son show these pigs what kinda bacon you're on."

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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