This is a song about "Kevin bacon"

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

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

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

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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