This is a song about "Robbie bacon"

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

I leave you with that jewel, go get the chain now

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

Life goes on homiegone on, cause they passed awayniggas doin' life

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

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

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

Like bacon, up on the skillet

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

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

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