This is a song about "Robbie bacon"

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Top ranked, number one my son

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Miami nights, ain't another one

If you smellin bacon

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run