This is a song about "Francis bacon"

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

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

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

On the bible you can run

If you smellin bacon

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

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth