This is a song about "Girl stuffed bacon burtango"

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

My life is stuffed with drama, arguements and screaming

Puff till you're stuffed and your eyes are tired

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

Another love song about shit

Like bacon, up on the skillet