This is a song about "Eating bacon"

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Top dawg eating luxury pedigree

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

They vaguely decipher my language

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

Becoming someone you don't recognize

While you chinese be eating flies

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Invading me are eating me