This is a song about "Pancakes and bacon"

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Can't tell you where the bacon is, but the beef's on the cow