This is a song about "Path to bacon"

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

But i'm here to increase and decease your path

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The path to success served in a golden platter for me thanks to ma family

What influenced me to rap, it's more like who helped me go to this path.

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

On a low note who knows the path to fame,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Your only chance to change is the hidden path of pain.

If you smellin bacon

Bet i get like 8 of them