This is a song about "Girl stuffed bacon burtango"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Now you got me hopped up on that

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

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

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

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Yeah that tiny screen can get stuffed,

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