This is a song about "Swiss and bacon"

Grab the scissors and saws and

She got me caught up in the moment

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

If you smellin bacon

I'm a son of a gun

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

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

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

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

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

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