This is a song about "Turkey bacon"

Love is a mystery

I'm cold on the cold turkey

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey?

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I fuck with leviticus, he told me don't eat bacon

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Period ya'll turkey, i'm going bacon

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

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

My rhymes drive rappers mad hungry like fat bacon,

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them