This is a song about "Canadian bacon"

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

To catch you in the radius, this miscellaneous canadian compatriot

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid