This is a song about "Girl stuffed bacon burtango"

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

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

I feel connected, feel resented cause of the shit that i stuffed up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

And get caught, in the moment

Because i never think better of a stuffed trunk in this endeavor, it's evidently not too clever

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember