This is a song about "Canadian bacon"

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

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

All i wanna know girl what yo name is, i see them other niggas they be on that lame shit

To catch you in the radius, this miscellaneous canadian compatriot

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

(ball so hard) bitch, behave, just might let you meet 'ye

The half black jewish canadian, eh?