This is a song about "Blunts and bacon"

Everytime you come around

Rollin up blunts and rapin to the sound

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

Like bacon, up on the skillet

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Im loaded, blunts loaded

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that