This is a song about "Pepper and bacon"

'cuz i'm bringin' home the bacon, but i'm not a breadwinner,

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

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

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

I would probably kill myself if you told me you was gay

The way these guys can't see me? man it's like i'm spitting pepper spray

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Shit, we don't believe none of them

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

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

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now