This is a song about "Robbie bacon"

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

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

Like bacon, up on the skillet

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

But we should be body to body

I'll tear his fucking face off, take that, robbie!

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon