This is a song about "Bitches and bacon"

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Of bad bitches and good tree

Could i make you my baby

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

If you smellin bacon

Fuck it, i'm done

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

And that maybach, let me take em way back

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Another love song about shit

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

And bad bitches give me head and tell