This is a song about "Dwayne bacon"

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Like bacon, up on the skillet

But see i planned a trip

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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

My god isnt dwayne johnson

It ain't where i been

Shit, we don't believe none of them

If you smellin bacon

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,