This is a song about "Crispy bacon"

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

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

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

Crispy, crispy chicken.

And modify your opinion

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Put thorough breds in the toaster till nice and crispy