This is a song about "Limpy bacon"

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

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

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Can’t you see just how long my run

Gett this money flip it like bacon

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

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

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

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

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

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one