This is a song about "Robbie bacon"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Add a little meat and now we're bacon bad,

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

How bout we blow this bit

Like bacon, up on the skillet

Here mother fucker how do you like bacon now, when i stomp your teeth so you can't even shout

Of living in the ghettoyour mind gets twisted, just like a pretzelso it's time that i check out

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

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

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