This is a song about "Robbie bacon"

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

Me and my microphone could be one

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

But five years from now i bet she see

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

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

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

Drugs are a blessingto someone with no breakfast, damnit’s so hard being exited, out

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Top ranked, number one my son

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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