This is a song about "Denmark bacon"

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon

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

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

She never ready to go so she forever come

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon