This is a song about "Crispy bacon"

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Bitch is crispy, i'm overcooking

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Like bacon, up on the skillet

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

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

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

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

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her