This is a song about "Dwayne bacon"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

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

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

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

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

My god isnt dwayne johnson

Yo, turn me up some

I don't trust no one

If you smellin bacon

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

I’m effervescent, just ask them

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon