This is a song about "Kevin bacon"

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

For real, you need to go away just like the rain song