This is a song about "Brussel sprouts and bacon"

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun