This is a song about "Girl stuffed bacon burtango"

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

But where i'm from

If you smellin bacon

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

To mash those difficult

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

And the word most important

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,