This is a song about "Bitches and bacon"

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Shows to do, got record to sell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

I don't care what it did to them

Gett this money flip it like bacon

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that