This is a song about "Pancakes and bacon"

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

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

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

They had a hell of a run

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Cause you be lookin fatter from eatin too many peanut butter pancakes

I would always keep a strong pace with a long face thinking of all the song names

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

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

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don