This is a song about "Crispy bacon"

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Higher power where these verses from

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

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

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

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Khakis pressed, nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so i guess it ain't

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Make them more insecure when they caught one