This is a song about "Jamaican bacon"

Gett this money flip it like bacon

So the ones eye has freak don't run

You ain't got enough, to heat the bottom of a pot of bacon grease

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

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

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

And you can't even blink without niggas testing your life