This is a song about "Turkey bacon"

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

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

On top of jay mccabe and his bacon

Or else compete as i swallow and eat you like a turkey meat... bonne petite!

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Gett this money flip it like bacon

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

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

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

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No offence taken, i incinerated this beat like fucking crispy bacon,

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree