This is a song about "Nathaniel bacon"

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

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

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

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

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Like bacon, up on the skillet

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