This is a song about "Smelly bacon"

With a little bit of passion

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.

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

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

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

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

While blazing that smelly fragrance, as i am pacing

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them