This is a song about "You are a bacon hair"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks

But you are just a ho

You got that indie glow

Did give you a good scare raised the hair on the back of your neck bitch beware,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

You can cut me up fry my ass like bacon i'll still survive

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

With a group of bitchs we're like fishes they got tendense to get wetter man you can drown in there

Ugh vizion, told me that hes indian, but its pretty obvious wwhen you see his greasy hair,

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

In a similar fashion as when i ran my fingers through her hair

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

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