This is a song about "Robbie bacon"

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

Gett this money flip it like bacon

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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