This is a song about "Bitches and bacon"

Gotta be something for me write this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

I don't care what it did to them

Better rape some bitches and then

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

All these bitches stop and stare

They're tryin to say that i don't care