This is a song about "Eating bacon"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

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

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

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

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

Took the van, went snatch her

Eating my soul just like cancer,

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come