This is a song about "Girl stuffed bacon burtango"

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

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

After i stuffed you with ammunition.

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

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

That the tiny screen can get stuffed,

Attention is a must

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

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