This is a song about "Pancakes and bacon"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

These french pancakes give me the crepes

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes