This is a song about "Pancakes and bacon"

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Like bacon, up on the skillet

If you smellin bacon

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them