This is a song about "Denmark bacon"

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

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

If you smellin bacon

Had to wear the 13's with them

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

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