This is a song about "Pancakes and bacon"

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

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

Nigga everything is purple, and these mc's is urkel

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

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Top ranked, number one my son

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

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

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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