This is a song about "Kevin bacon"

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

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

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

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

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

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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