This is a song about "Kevin bacon"

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Louis v don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone

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

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Grown men never should bite their tongue

Kevin wish he could to heaven, i'm just guessing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king