This is a song about "Kevin bacon"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

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

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

If you smellin bacon

But that’s just life, where i’m from

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out