This is a song about "Swiss and bacon"

I say its gettin poppin, but whats poppin is the bacon

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Your swag sweater looks like swiss cheese when i get done

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun