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

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

I can pack a strap and i can strip you of your flesh

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

This industry has us all in a slump

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingohh look in the mirror

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

//this has a sorta fast flow

Scab, fix up look shop joe