This is a song about "Brussel sprouts and bacon"

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy 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

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Like bacon, up on the skillet

The real muscle in the message of that

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon