This is a song about "This bitch has a bacon strip"

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Gett this money flip it like bacon

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

This man needs a seat, his stumbled, his heart has finally crumbled,

But an addict yes i am, butishould act more like an adult

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Serve me 'cuz hip-hop degrades you, bitch i'll strip your corpse,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

In a strip club getting a lap dance

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

And there's no way i can pay you back

I consider my flow a malignant rifle, and strip survival

So she finally gets the courage to tell him on his arrival